Title: The Noiseless Tune to Which We Tread
Pairings: Ianto/Suzie, Ianto/Jack, Ianto/OC, Ianto/Lisa.
Word Count: ~3,000
Warning(s): Set in the hours after They Keep Killing Suzie, although the memories are from everywhen. Thematically inspired by CoE, but no direct references to it.
a/n: Post CoE, I think we have a much wider pool to play in when it comes to Ianto. In some sense, now, anything goes. So in noodling around with the notion that Ianto is a lying liar who lies... I started to wonder about some of those moments of his life when he felt he needed to hide from the truth.
The marvelous neifile7
and today's birthday girl amand_r
. Rockstars both. You were my very first beta readers! Credit must also be given to some very helpful advice over at TWU
Summary: For Ianto Jones, reality is what you make of it.
Disclaimer: The sand and the sandbox belong to RTD and the BBC. The sandcastles are mine.
THESE are my scales to weigh reality,—
A dream, a chord, a longing, love of Thee.
Real as the violets of April days,
Or those soft-hid in unfrequented ways;
Real as the noiseless tune to which we tread 5
The measure we by life’s old song are led;
Real as man’s wonder what his soul may be,—
A guest for time or for eternity.
Real as the ocean, seen, alas! no more,
Whose tide still beats along my heart’s inshore. 10
These are my scales to weigh reality,—
A chord, a dream, a longing, love of Thee!
"Reality" by Martha Gilbert Dickinson